Ball-Lightning-Blues
Ball Lightning Blues I. The rain in New Shanghai never stopped. It fell in acid-tinted sheets that hissed against the neon-soaked streets, turning the city's lower levels into a labyrinth of reflected light and running water. Jack Morrison watched it from the fourth-floor window of his office, a cigarette dangling from his lip and a half-empty glass of whiskey on the desk beside him. The...
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